Drawn by Sol's warning growl, Boreal turned her head and spied the corrupted spiders next. She joined her small, fierce friend in letting out a rumbling roar of warning and dove to strafe a line of fire across the floating cloud of violet menace.
"Boreal, get back here!" Tal hollered, already scrambling back across the Peregrine's deck to reach the tiller. Zavien had the crested head in his possession and Tal could separate what he needed later, but for now--
"On it!" he assured his friend, grabbing a rigging rope in passing and tugging on it to adjust the set of a sail before looping the trailing line around a different cleat. He knocked the lock off the wheel and spun it expertly with one steady hand, the other adjusting their altitude with the lever to the left. The skyboat began a tight, graceful turn as she dipped, losing height but gaining speed. The spiders were carried by the wind, but the Peregrine had the wind in her sails and gravity on her side, and Tal tacked the tiller to make the most of both. "Hang on, Zav!"
Boreal abandoned her strafing run as the smoking spiders began to shoot webbing towards the pale dragon. She dodged by a scale's width and flapped hard to rejoin her human, huffing and puffing as she landed in the crow's dragon's nest atop the mast and peered behind them, rumbling a constant low growl as the skyboat sped off to friendlier skies.
~fin
"Boreal, get back here!" Tal hollered, already scrambling back across the Peregrine's deck to reach the tiller. Zavien had the crested head in his possession and Tal could separate what he needed later, but for now--
"On it!" he assured his friend, grabbing a rigging rope in passing and tugging on it to adjust the set of a sail before looping the trailing line around a different cleat. He knocked the lock off the wheel and spun it expertly with one steady hand, the other adjusting their altitude with the lever to the left. The skyboat began a tight, graceful turn as she dipped, losing height but gaining speed. The spiders were carried by the wind, but the Peregrine had the wind in her sails and gravity on her side, and Tal tacked the tiller to make the most of both. "Hang on, Zav!"
Boreal abandoned her strafing run as the smoking spiders began to shoot webbing towards the pale dragon. She dodged by a scale's width and flapped hard to rejoin her human, huffing and puffing as she landed in the crow's dragon's nest atop the mast and peered behind them, rumbling a constant low growl as the skyboat sped off to friendlier skies.
~fin
